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THE GEO OGHAM’S MAGAZINE PAGE “The Gates of Silence” A STORY OF LOVE. MYSTERY AND HATE. WITH A THRILLING POR TRAYAL OF LIFE BEHIND PRISON BARS. TODAY INSTALLMENT. Then. she stood there with nervously Interlacing fingers, she had added words that had given him food for furious thought -thought that was bearing fruit now in this journey to Txindon “It's madness, perhaps. Jack. 1 hardly dare to say it, for it can’t be true > <*t there’s a vague impression in my mind that it was after I saw you in that room where—it was- that 1 saw Mr Saxe. Only, of course that isn’t possible But it was possible, it seemed to Rim ington. who had felt all his old distrust of the man revive It was Saxe who had got Betty out of the house, how or why he had not. the glimmering of an idea., but only the fixed conviction, not to bp shaken now. that Betty and he yes, and the dead man himself had been pawns in some fiendish game which Saxe had played in Tempest street, when the police were clamoring at the door. If only ho had faced them then and told the truth while the trail was fresh’ But now his very silence had made him guilty! And Betty! As in the quiet room at the Red House her last words had rung in his ears the night long, so now the wheels of the train carrying him to Ijondnn beat them out like the burden of a song “1 max be Innocent, Jack. I pray God that lam But if I allow an innocent man to suffer without raising a voice in his defense I hall be innocent no longer- I must tel! what I know A Vision. A vision of Betty’s face pale, set and resolute- rose up before him. N.o’ the hysterical cut break of a sick Ctrl,® these wo’-ds. but the resolute <letermin«ft>n of a courageous woman. Bett> would keep her Betty would speak; but he would be hufon? her. That was the goal to which his ttjfiights of the night had ’md him He wotfcd go tn Paul Saxe, tax him directly with com plicity in the happenings at Tempest street, and. if the man failed him, go di rect to the police. Sa\» might be trusted to find some way of compelling Bettx to silence, since Saxe knew her secret H? refused to let his thoughts carry him farther. The train was nearing London Riming ton shifted his position, thrust his hands into the pocket? of his coat and*encoun tered the sharp edges of the letters he had caught up from the breakfast table in his hasty rush for the train There were three twn unimportant so cial invitations from hostesses giving im promptu entertainments during a flying visit to town, and one heavily sealed, bearing the postmark “Westport,” was from his assistant at the laboratory. He opened it with a quickening of the pulses that even his present misery was not able to subdue Something fluttered from it a cablegram in cipher. He glanced at it curiously, and without the carle hook failed to decipher it Then, as he turned to the. letter, Rlmington .< figure stiffened He sat upright In the carriage, the paper shaking In his hand. Charpentier, his assistant at Westport, the man who whm as hi ■ other self in the matter of this discovery which was to bring fame and wealth them both, wrote in the oddly matter of-fact style that was characteristic to him: •’Dear Rlmington: Although your lack e< Interest In the matter has jeopardised our success considerably. I am nlad to ' '"./f " ,l " 1 ** S '*' s s jT purer, cleaner food comes >, / -*- ' to your table than FAUST \ I I SPAGHETTI in its sealed pack / a£e. And it’s so good. 1 Sr. and lOr package* / | «t kcur ffrocnr'q. X > xj \ MAUI.I. BROS. - \- \ St.LouU.Mo. i X - ■lW 1 ’WWexwa.- w ■<■» ibi—m nj irTßTmnr»liW«—L_ L v <?• \*k’ ■■ ' 3t*Sl l \ >■!/ k 4 8B tJ^Zrvj: *vsFa®?: - '. 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CU.I Birwin.hem. .« Uu end Urkwmefti-. n.. write that the Japanese government, after almost British shilly-shallying, have ca* c bled definite terms. Th>s new warcloud has no doubt expedited matters. I inclose s a translation of their cable. You will see t they offer £IOO.OOO. ...” The letter slipped from Riming!<»n’s , grasp. t A Good Omen. 1 A hundred thousand pounds’ A stu i pendous price a price beyond their wild est dreams Rlmington remembered their hopes when first this new explosive had been brought io perfection and had I seemed to them the last word in scientific I destructors, and their alow death. They had offered It to the English government . first, ami after Intolerable dela> if had • been refused. Russia had made a curt I refusal Japan had nibbled and hesitated i and delayed. But now! A hundred I thousand pounds! That meant fifty thou- • sand pounds fnr him, and fifty thousand I terms meant Betty lie had not boasted ■ in vain And then, chlfl on the white heat of his joy, came the remembrance of the cloud that lay over them both, nf th? reason for his presence there in that carriage why he was hurrying at that moment to Lon ; don. He laughed aloud suddenly. Eate. that had dealt him so cruel a buffet on one side of th? fa?e, was caressing him gently, on the other! "Perhaps it’s a good omen.” he said to himself, bending to pick up the scattered sheets of Charpentier’s letter. At any rale he determined to accept it as such It certainly made all the dif ference in his outlook on life, lifting him out of uncertainty into security. At least he need no longer worry about ways and means; he could meet Saxe as an equal, tight him with his own weapon money. '•’he train was slowing down, running smoothly into the great station. He thrust Charpentier's letter into his pock et and stood up his hand on the window ready tn jump out at the moment th? train ran alongside the platform At that hour th? station was crowded, and Rlm ington found, despite his own empty car riage, that the train hy which he had traveled was very full. II? jumped out uikl mingled with th? crowd with a thrill that th? contact with busy life never failed to give him He had a season ticket, for despite hip rooms in town Weybourne was suf ficiently his home to make It worth his while to have one As a rule >e was never required to show his ticket, hut this morning, for some reason, they chal lenged him at the barrier. As Rlming ton fumbled for his ticket some one brushed against him. pushed him almost rudely, ami went on. He glanced after the man with the quick suspicion that lie might be a thief, and saw him loitering outside the barrier a tall, burly man of unimpeachable respectability As he himself passed out he saw the man detach himself from th? crowd. His departure from Weybourne had been too hasty to permit of him getting a paper Rlmington made his way to ward the bookstall It was his intention tn take a taxi Into the city to Saxe's ' office and ho wanted a paper to read <»n • the way Th? posters of the fir l editions of the , afternoon were already out, early as it was. and Rlmington. through the crowd, caught a glance of a familiar word in large letters, black < n a pink ground. i "Westport i i o Be Continued m Next Issue. * The June Bride of 1912 Startling Facts Concerning New Ideas in Wedding Gowns By OLIVETTE. UlIT ~Y doesn't the modern bride wear her veil over lo r face as her mother did?" That's one of the absurd questions a Mere Man asked me at a recent wedding where the beauti ful .bride was dressed in the very latest mode with a wedding veil ar ranged caplike under a crown of tiny white roses. "Foolish old fashion of throwing back the veil mussed up the bride's hair so ft's been dis carded.” "I thought it was symbolic,” said the M. M. vaguely. “When symbols and fashions clash, the steam roller goes over the symbols fast enough.” With that he subsided, as he should, and was left to view as nice a jedding as one could wish for. The bride wore white chiffon over white satin, quite a simple frock with a beautiful lace veil as chief decoration. This veil, which had encited the M. M.'s comment, was arranged almost like a frilled cap on the head and was certainly much prettier thanWthe ordinary bunched up affair. The same ar rangement can be carried out in tulle, and if the tulle Is edged with a small val edging the effect is quite charming. Don’t horn the tulle, sew the lace on carefully to a well cut edge. The June bride is a sort of pat tern to her summer and autumn sister, and the girl who marries later in the summer has the ad vantage of innumerable bargain sales in everything that is included In the trousseau. Lingerie, lace, lawn, not to speak of satin for the wedding gown all these things are cheaper at this season. Every girl wants to be married in white, but the fashionable wedding dress is an elephant in the married woman's wardrobe unless she In tends to have it done over mtn an evening gown. Except for very elaborate wed dings, traveling suits are becoming more and more popular for the marriage ceremony. The travel ing suit idea can be straine.d a point and developed into quite elab orate afternoon frocks or coat and skirt suits wljh handsome waists. These are more serviceable and practical. But the sentimental woman does not feel that she's quite married unless she wears sat in and a veil, and. after all, she should forget economy for once in her life, even if she finds her satin frock useless forever after. Up Against It. "This is a bard world." said a shabby chap. "A man can't get a Job unless he's got a new suit.” "No,” said his companion, "and he can't get a new suit unless lie's got a Joi’.” One Reservation. "A woman can he just as self-reliant and independent as a man,” said the wife, defiantly. “Mebbe she can. Henrietta. Mebbe she can; but not while she wears dress es that hook up the back." > Little Bobbie’s Pa < By WILLIAM F. KIRK. rrvHAHE is no use talking, wd Pa to I Ma last nite. this fellow Bacon was a Ria nd old guy. You have got to give ft to him, sod Pa. O<> you mean Jack Bacon? asked Ma. the fellow that Is all the time taking gurls hoatn? I doant think he Is so vary grand. I doant mean Jack Racon at all, sed Pa. altho Jack is a good fellow. I mean Lord Bacon, the man that rote all them Shakespeare plays. Thare was a lot of class to that old boy. I.issen to these linos which I seleck at ran dom. Pa sed, from a essay about Alves: Wives Is peculiar. Give them a inch ,<■ thay will take a ell A- give you ell too. They are as inconstant * ineon sltent as the butercup that lisps its morning greeting tn the dandellne & then refuses to say any moar to the dandcllfte all day. They are wonderful wen pain X- anguish wrings our brows after we cum hoatn at nite. & thay lov ingly smooth oot the wrinkles & fur rows of care with a fiat Iron. Thay worship thare husbands with all thare harts, espeshully wen the. evening star is pointing at payday. Thay prepare, with thare dear, loving bands the dain tiest viands for which thay can stand off the grocer * botcher. X- after the husband has ate to his till thay always git restless X- actually want to go out in the evening. Jest as if thay didn't reely know that thare husbands has been out all day! Your old pal Bacon seems to think a lot of us girls, rfbcsnt he, sed Ma to i ... ! A NOTRE DAME LADY’S APPEAL To all knowing sufferora of rheumatism, whether muscular or of the joints, sci atica. lumhagoH. barkache, pains in the kldnexs or neuralgia pains, to write to her . for a home treatment which hast repeat . edl> cured «i II of these tortures. She l feeb it her duty to send it to all suffer • rrs FREK You euro yourself at home as thousands xs ill testify no change of cli inatr being necessary This simple dis covers bun tehee uric acid from the blood, 100 .s the stiffened joints, purifies the hln- d and brightens the exes giving elas tiri’’ and tone to the whole system If the above interests you, for proof ad dres-; Mr« v «ummera. Box R. Note* Dame Ind. 'r i!/ . ///////\ /a F ' > .S- A Vi W WwßWki amMaffiW *> r* s H ■ K ■/ I ■ Wr wp ■// MHSSf - < > / \ h AIB V lip MT W ' • r/ W ■ 1 F/ ■ Ilw I IIV $ ' 1 jll f M zll // I / / //l / / It I / / llt -■ "" twßk \ V /1 ' L Ai\ /Os -< s, J ( tBS <.: W / \ Wkv *- 7 \ \ rflfl Weir .. .1 > ' ■ \. \ < x -*;> / t \ \ V v Pa. I bet his wife had a swell time of it wen he was in the league. What else. If anything, did he offer in lhe way of a knock? He wasnt exactly knocking, explained Pa. Pa wanted to git off for two (2) hours & play bllyards, * he didn't want, tn git Ma mad, beekaus wen Ma gits mad Pa is lucky to have his half of the twin beds. Al! Mister Bacon wrote. Pa sed, along them married lines, that Is the part he rote besides the part I have Jest read to you. is this: A married woman is uneck in many respecks. I mite say that outside of Utah a married woman is singular. She goes to a party with you. Let us call it a card party. She starts off playing vary gentel X- amiable. She is so amia ble that she will even let you buy her chips. Then she loses a Ifttel, & you wud think it was her own mutiny she was losing, not yours. A woman can call herself the clinging vine * call her husband the sturdy oak, but in my opinion it is a case of the stringing vine A- the sturdy Joak. Husband, sed Ma, wud you mind let ting me look at that Bacon book you are reading aloud from? " You doant have to see the lines, sed Pa. I read the lines for you dident I? After Pa went to bed T looked at the page of Mister Bacon's book that Pa was pretending to read from, X- thare wasent any- of the lines In the book that he sed was in the book. Pa is a taker. Do You Know— During the past wheat harvest in New South Wales. 2.334.780 acres yield ed 24.616.100 bushels of wheat Sold during 1910. the original manu script of the hymn. Nearer. My God. to Thee." realized sls". Nearly 100,000 women in New York city consume no fewer than I cigarettes a year. Practically the whole of the tea | grown in Indian is disposed of by auc- I tion hi Calcutta. REASON FOR SILENCE. She —I've had that parrot two years, and It has never said a word. He —Why don’t you give It a chance? MOTHERHOOD SUGGESTIONS Advice to Expectant Mothers The experienceof Motherhood is a try ing one to most women and marks dis tinctly an epoch in their lives. Not one woman in a hundred is prepared or un derstands how to properly care for her self. Os course nearly every woman nowadays has medical treatment at such times, but many approach the experience with an organism unfitted for the trial of strength, and when it is over her system has received a shock from which it is hard to recover. Fol lowing right upon this comes the ner vous strain of caring for the child, and a distinct change in the mother results. There is nothing more charming than a happy and healthy mother of children, and indeed child-birth under the right conditions need be no hazard to health or beauty. The unexplainable thing is that, with all the evidence of shattered nerves and broken health resulting from an un prepared condition, and with ample time in which to prepare, women will persist in going blindly to the trial. Every woman at this time should rely upon Lydia E.Pinkham’sV'egetable Com ‘ pound, a most valuable tonic and invig i orator of the female organism. i/ V I Z' I / r\ / ■ /S xvTa iFTnkhKm In many homes once childless there are now children be cause of the fact that Lydia E. Pink ham’s Vegetable Compound makes women normal, healthy and strong. If yon want special advice write to Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (confi dential) Lynn, Mass. Your letter will be opened, read and answered by a woman «nd held in strict conUdenn*. Daysey May me and Her Folks By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. IN days of old a fair maid wandered pensively to the woods, where rare birds sang to her of love, and the most delicate of flowers nodded sweet messages to her. If she chose to recline on the velvet sward, it was velvet sward, without brambles or sticks or stones to punch her in the back. Butterflies hovered near, and If there were such a thing as poison Ivy, a granddaddy-long-legs or a chigger, the chronicles of love fail to reveal it. If a fair maid wandered pensively into the woods these days, she would be devoured by insects or lost in the weeds. Elaine may still love Lancelot, but she can’t tell It in the woods, all her attention being occupied in fighting >ugs. Visions of love, in a modern guise, come to many girls as they come to Daysey Mayme Appleton, who takes surreptitious peeps into the Promised Land while supposed to be putting clean paper on the pantry shelves. She was perched on a round of a step-ladder, after having removed glassware and chinaware, with clean newspapers in her hands to replace those she had taken off. She spread a paper over the shelf, found it didn’t fit the corner, and had taken it up to crease it when her eyes fell on the words: “And her breast heaved with emotion, for Viola was not a girl to take such a breach of good manners lightly.” “It Is past 10 now.” said Daysey Mayme, to fortify herself against temp tation, “and I must get this done, re puff my hair, get lunch and go to a Mothers Meeting at 1.” Then she resolutely creased the page to fit the shelf, and bent over to fit ft in the corners, when she again read: Stay Kind Sir, She Said. "He looked at her with his love at the white heat of anger. His eyes flashed, and he turned away. 'Stay,’ she cried, ’I have not told ADD.’ 'You have told enough!’ he said, a flicker of contempt In his cold gray eyes. She gave a low moan, like some dumb an imal in mortal anguish." Daysey Mayme picked up the pickle Jar and deliberately set it over the next sentence. 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Doctor's Bills— You don’t risk your health by bending over steaming suds or a hot fire and then going into the cooi outer air. 7/wdr—The Fels-Naptha way of washing takes less than half as long as the old wash boiler way. Labor— Fels-Naptha takes three fourths the work and all the drudgery out of washday. If these savingsare worth while to you, follow directions for using Fels-Naptha printed on the red and green wrapper. interrupt. There’s a suffrage” "’Suffer me to kneel at your feet,' sobbed Viola.' ” Daysey Mayme put a pile of soup plates over the rest of Viola’s plea, and began to match every vegetable dish with its own lid. “I have a suffrage meeting at 2,” she resumed, "and an article on ’The Folly of Love’ to read to the Man- Haters league at 4.” In putting the last lid on the last vegetable dish, a bare space was left, in the paper, and these words seem to fairly fling themselves into her sub consciousness: “Leander paused. After all. Viola was only a weak, frail woman. Per haps he had been too severe. Perhaps he had been brutal. The de Courtneys had always been stern with the women they loved. Then Came—Hoof Beats. “‘I have forgiven much,’ he began, when a sound of horses’ feet coming through the forests caused him to pause, and turn a listening ear to the open window. Nearer and nearer, now so near he could tell that there was not one lone rider. There were two,' three, four—ah, there were at three score. “He turned to the woman cowering at his feet, 'Ah,' he hissed between white lips, ‘this is your work, you Devil!’ “He raised his gauntlet, something flashed through the air” Daysey Mayme gave a quick shove, and sent soup plates and vegetable dishes tumbling into every corner of the shelf. Hastily gathering up the paper she had so carefully spread out. she twisted her feet over the rounds of the step-ladder for a better hold, and was soon lost to the world. Oblivlous of the dishes that looked st her In equid-faced astonishment, ■find the shelves that fairly yawned for papers, sne read, and read, and read. Dunch, her hair puffs and the Moth er’s Meeting were forgotten, and w’he» she had followed the woes of Viola to the bitter end of the sun had set. It was then Daysey Mayme came back from the Promised Land of Ro mance to her prosaic surroundings. Realizing that It was too late for her to deliver her address on "The Folly of Love” before the Man Haters’ league, she grew so angry at her weakness she smashed the ‘soup tureen.